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Reflections of You
Club Crave #2
by
Marie Tuhart
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Reflections of You
COPYRIGHT © 2019 by Marie Tuhart
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First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2019
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2870-6
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Reflections of You
Paige Thomas gritted her teeth as she walked into the BDSM club with Tanner Adams, her Dom. Her body throbbed with anger. It was rare Tanner didn’t listen to her, but tonight had been one of those times.
“Rachel’s here. Why don’t you go say hello?” Tanner said, releasing her hand.
“Yes, Sir.” She was grateful to see Rachel. She needed some female support tonight. Paige hurried across the room to her friend, who was standing alone.
“Paige.” Rachel enveloped her in a hug, and warmth seeped into Paige’s bones. Her friend stepped back from the embrace as her eyes swept Paige from head to toe.
Paige shifted on her feet. The blue lace top hugged her breasts, and the skirt was so short it flashed her ass. Thank goodness, Tanner had let her wear a thong.
“Looking sexy,” Rachel said.
“I look fat,” Paige muttered.
“What?” Rachel shook her head.
“Hey, Anna,” Paige said as Anna walked up to them.
“Anna.” Rachel said, hugging her.
Anna looked at her friend for a long moment. “What’s wrong, Paige?” Anna asked.
“Nothing.” Paige waved her hand and let a wide smile pull at her lips. She didn’t want to discuss what was bothering her. “How are things with you and Chris, I heard about the breakup.”
Anna made a comment then Olivia, the mentor of their group, joined them. Paige let the conversation flow over her. Why did Tanner have her dress up in this outfit? The top, while comfortable, made her breasts look bigger and the damn skirt—
“Is everyone excited about game night?” Olivia asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“It should be fun,” Rachel said.
“I wonder what Master Jason has planned for tonight?” Anna asked, bright-eyed and vibrating with energy. Maybe things were on the up and up now that Chris was free to be with Anna.
But Paige just shrugged her shoulders. The women crowded around her. “What’s going on, Paige?” Olivia asked.
Tears filled Paige’s eyes at Olivia’s soft question and her friends’ concerned expressions. She shook her head. Get a hold of yourself. Paige blinked the tears away as a bell sounded, and then Master Jason took to the small stage. The room went quiet.
“Good evening, friends, welcome to game night.” Master Jason’s voice was loud and cheerful. “Our game tonight will have a twist.” He lifted a shoe size box and shook it. “Inside this box are pieces of paper with your tasks for the game. All the items you will need to play tonight will be provided. The normal club safewords apply. Have an issue with the task? See me once everyone has chosen.”
Paige sucked in a breath. Master Chris was selected first. He drew out the task then walked over to the group of women. He took Anna’s hand and led her away and up the stairs. “Dom Tanner, your turn,” Master Jason said.
Oh God, she hoped their task involved a private room.
****
Tanner watched his sub, Paige, from across the room. She kept tugging at her skirt and shaking her head. Something was wrong, but she refused to say a word to him. They’d argued before they’d left the house tonight. Paige rarely fought with him, but tonight, she’d come close to disobeying him when he’d told her what to wear.
He had reminded her he was the one who picked out her clothing for the club, and she would wear what he laid out. She’d grabbed the outfit and flounced into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Anger had radiated from her the entire drive to the club. Tanner didn’t have a clue what was going on with her, and each time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down. He should’ve never left the house without having talked this out with her. But as the one of the fifteen couples selected for the exclusive game night at the club, they had a commitment to be here.
“Tanner, you there?”
“Huh...yeah, sorry. Present,” Tanner said, turning to the Doms around him.
Chris, Boyd, and Aaron had met at the club and had become fast friends, both inside and outside the club.
“You sure, man?” Aaron asked.
“Yeah.” A bell sounded, and Tanner turned his attention to the stage. Master Jason made his announcement, and Chris was the first to draw his task for game night.
Then came his turn. Tanner took a deep breath and strode up to the stage. He dipped his hand into the box, pulled out a piece of paper, and opened it.
Take your D/s relationship to a new level, respect hard limits, but push those you can. Enjoy yourselves and indulge in your fantasies. Please see a DM for instructions on where you will play.
Tanner turned away from the stage and glanced over at Paige. She was staring at him, her blue eyes wide. Olivia stood slightly behind Paige and stared at him hard, then she pulled the fabric of her dress away from her body and pointed to Paige.
He dipped his head in acknowledgement. He wasn’t exactly sure what Olivia was trying to tell him, but he had a feeling it had to do with the clothing he’d picked for Paige. He took Paige by the hand, led her over to the Dungeon Master, and handed him the task.
The DM read it, stared at them for a moment, then pointed over Tanner’s shoulder. “Room five,” he said.
Paige’s sigh of relief was loud, but Tanner didn’t say anything. Instead, he led her up the stairs. Room five wasn’t one they’d played in before. At the door, he turned the knob, pushed it open, and gestured for Paige to enter.
He followed close behind and closed the door behind him as Paige let out a gasp. His jaw dropped open when he saw all the mirrors. Were Olivia’s gestures to the clothing right? Was Paige feeling uncomfortable in what he’d chosen for her? But why? He’d had her dress in more revealing clothing than what she wore tonight.
A memory popped into his head…Paige complaining about hating how she looked in a mirror. “Well, this is going to be interesting,” he said, smiling. Paige was in for a different night.
****
Paige’s heart was in her throat as she stared at all the mirrors. Her worst nightmare. She turned to face Tanner to safeword out before they even got started, but the safeword died on her lips.
He was staring at her with such lust, such desire. What did he see in her that was special? This horrid outfit revealed all her flaws.
“You’re all mine,” he said, his voice husky with need.
“I’m always yours, Sir.” It was the truth. They’d been together for two years, engaged for the last six months.
“Then what are you hiding from me?”
Paige started to shake her head when Tanner captured her chin between his fingers. Their gazes met, and his green eyes were filled with concern.
“Not hiding, Sir. I’m here in all my skimpy outfit glory.” Her voice trembled, not out of fear, but something close to it. If he found out her secret, would he toss her aside? Other men had.
“I see.” His fingers trailed from her chin, to her shoulder, over her arm until he entwined his fingers with hers.
He tugged her as he strode across the room, passing by a spanking bench, bondage chair, a large bed with a metal frame, and of course, the mirrors. A shudder went through her body as she saw her reflection.
Were her hips bigger? Her breasts strained against the top, the lace concealing and revealing at the same time. She wanted to turn and hide, but Tanner wouldn’t let her.
He stopped in front of one of the full-length mirrors. The mirror was larger than the ones in a department store’s dressing rooms. He kept her in front of him, his chest against her back.
His all-consuming heat called to her. Tonight, he wore his shirt open so they could be skin-to-skin easily. The passion in his green eyes flared as he looked at her reflection. She took in his sculpted body, the muscles in his arms, and his wide shoulders. He looked hot, and she clearly saw how out of his league she was. How could she even think they’d be good together?
“Now, my love, to our task.” His fingers found the fastening of the halter top, and it fell.
Paige swiveled her head, allowing her blonde hair to fall over her breasts.
“That will not do.” Tanner released her and crossed over to the
She almost snorted in disgust. Not better. Now, he could see her sagging boobs.
“So quiet tonight,” Tanner said, his cheek rubbing against hers as his hands cupped her tits.
“I don’t know what to say, Sir.” Heat and need sank into her skin when he touched her breasts. Her nipples tightened. She let her lashes drift shut.
“Oh no, my love.” A sharp pinch to her nipple had her eyes opening. “Keep those eyes on us.”
Oh, shit. He couldn’t mean it. They’d never played in front of mirrors before.
“Such lovely nipples.” He traced them with his finger. “Look how hard they get from my touch, how their color changes from a slight pink to a dusky rose.”
Her gaze stayed on his fingers playing with her nipples, watching the changes in her body at his touch. Nothing new there, it was always like that between them.
“This is coming off.” He pulled the halter top over her head and tossed it across the room.
Paige fought not to bring her hands up to cover herself. He’d seen her large breasts already.
Tanner encircled her waist with his hands and toyed with the fabric of the skirt. She couldn’t stop herself from stiffening in his hold. Their gazes clashed in the mirror, and he frowned. How long would he pretend her body was attractive to him?
She willed her body to relax, but she couldn’t.
“I’m in the dark since you won’t talk to me,” Tanner said in a soft tone as he eased the fabric of her skirt down over her hips. “But you are so sexy in this outfit.” The skirt fell at her feet. “Did I say you could wear a thong?”
“Yes, Sir. I did ask when I saw how revealing the skirt was.” God, her enormous thighs were on display. Thank goodness, her fat ass was against his thighs so he couldn’t see it.
“Hmm, I guess you did.” Those tanned fingers she loved so much swept the thong down her legs. “Step out of your clothing, my love.”
Paige wanted to protest, but she didn’t. Instead, she lowered her gaze so she wouldn’t have to stare at her ugly body. She stepped out of her clothing. A cool shiver slid over her skin though the room was warm.
The shiver was one of anticipation. Tanner was in full Dom mode, and it didn’t matter how she felt about her body, his attention always made her hot and wanting, distracting her from all the imperfections of her body.
He picked up her clothes and tossed them to where her top had landed, then he stood behind her again. He placed his palms on her stomach. “That’s better.”
His hands looked so dark against her pale skin. Another thing she disliked. No matter what she did, she could never tan. Burn, yes. Tan no.
“Eyes up and on us.” His voice was harsh in her ear. “Each time you look down or away, you will receive a swat to your ass.”
“But Sir.” She couldn’t look at her body anymore.
“That’s one. Spread your legs.”
Another shiver worked its way through her body at his tone. He was her Dom, and she needed to comply. Wanted to comply. She slid her legs apart and forced herself to look in the mirror.
Thank goodness, she’d remembered to shave yesterday. At least right now, she could still shave. What would happen in another five pounds or more? Her lashes drifted shut.
“Your punishment is adding up.”
His voice in her ear caused her to open her eyes again. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his fingers danced along her stomach. “Your skin is soft and silky.”
Those words made her smile. She worked hard at keeping her skin moisturized. She’d finally found a lotion that didn’t make her feel like a greased pig. But beautiful? Oh, how he was mistaken. Or he was an excellent Dom, always making his sub feel special...which she wasn’t.
Look at that saggy stomach and the extra flesh on her thighs. Ugh, how could he think she was beautiful?
Tanner cupped her tits, and his thumb brushed over her nipples. “Nice rosy nipples. Look how hard they get from my touch. But I want more. I want you wild. I want you begging.”
Oh, shit, she knew what that meant. He was going to tease her until she pleaded with him to take her. She normally wouldn’t mind, but not with all these mirrors.
“Let’s make this a bit easier for you.”
Before she could process his words, Tanner lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bondage chair.
When had he moved it? It was now in position right in front of a big oval mirror. Damn. He sat her down in the chair, then strode over to the dresser and began sorting through things. When he pulled over the small table and laid out rope, vibes, bullets, and a variety of other toys, Paige bit her lip.
“Get into position.” He turned to the table.
She couldn’t move. If she did as he said, her legs would be spread wide apart. The chair was made so when one sat in it, their legs were open, ready to be restrained. Her arms as well.
Standing with him in front of the mirror was one thing, but this was another. There was no way she could do this. Not tonight. Not feeling this fat. Not feeling unsexy.
“Yellow,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she sank down onto one leg of the chair.
****
Tanner froze at the table. He dropped the rope back onto the table and pivoted to face Paige.
Her eyes were closed, but her body was stiff, and there was no telltale flush of arousal. His heart clenched.
“My love, what is it?” He dropped down to his knees as he caressed her cheek.
Her lashes rose and there were tears in her crystal blue eyes.
What the hell? Tanner didn’t hesitate. He stood, scooped her into his arms, and sat down with her in his lap.
“Is this more than about the clothes?” She hadn’t been happy when he had told her to wear the outfit, but he’d pushed her to wear it anyway.
He loved that outfit on her. It clung to her curves, showing off her full breasts, rosy nipples, and luscious ass. He was proud of her body.
“Yes and no.” She laid her head against his shoulder and hiccupped.
“Sweetheart, why didn’t you safeword at the house if the outfit bugged you that much? Was I being an asshole?”
Paige gave a nervous giggle as she lifted her hand and placed her palm on his cheek. “No, you weren’t being an asshole, and I didn’t safeword then, because I wanted you to be proud of me.”
“I’m always proud of you. I’m proud of you now for using your safeword, but I need to know why. This isn’t anything we haven’t done.” They’d used the bondage chair before.
“It’s the mirrors,” she whispered. Her lashes swept down, hiding her expressive blue eyes from him.
“The mirrors.” He cupped her chin, tilted her head back, and waited until she looked at him. “Now, please tell me what is going on with the mirrors?”
She took a deep breath and a tremor went through her body. “I’m fat,” she whispered.
Tanner had to clench his jaw not to shout at her. She wasn’t fat. “What makes you think that?”
“Come on, Tanner.” Her blue eyes flashed in anger. “My breasts sag when I’m not wearing a support bra, my ass has its own zip code, and my thighs can qualify for one.”
“Have I ever said anything negative about your body?”
She shook her head.
“I love your breasts.” With his free hand, he cupped one breast and squeezed it before doing the same to the other. “Your ass is perfect for me to spank or flog. And as for your thighs.” He ran his hand up the outside of her thighs. “I love it when they cradle my body against yours.”
“That’s because you’re a gentleman and a good Dom who respects women.” Her voice was defiant.
He was trying to keep his patience, but something snapped in him. “You think so?” He stood and sat her on the chair, then quickly stripped out of his shirt “Do you think I’m ugly because of my scar?” He took her hand and ran it over the scar on his chest he’d received in a farm accident when he was a teenager.
“No, of course not.”
“Is it because you’re being nice to me?” he said, a challenge in his voice.
“I’m not...” Her lips made an O, and she blew out a breath.
“I love you, Paige. All of you. There isn’t a part of you that isn’t important to me. Beautiful to me. Will you let me show you tonight?” He pulled her to her feet and in front of the mirror. “Look at us.”
